Candyman — текст песни (Grateful Dead)

Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down,
Open up your windows cuz the Candyman`s in town.
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
Seven come eleven, boys I`ll take your money home.

Look out, look out the Candyman,
Here he comes and he`s gone again.
Pretty lady ain`t got no friend till,
The Candyman comes around again, around again.

I come from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back to Memphis be one less man alive.
Good morning Mr. Benson, I see you`re doing well,
If I had me a shotgun I`d blow you straight to hell.

Look out, look out the Candyman,
Here he comes and he`s gone again.
Pretty lady ain`t got no friend till,
The Candyman comes around again, around again.

Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,
If you`ve got a dollar boys, lay it on the line,
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round,
Won`t you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman`s in town.

Look out, look out the Candyman,
Here he comes and he`s gone again.
Pretty lady ain`t got no friend till,
The Candyman comes around again, around again.